What is Love?

And now the ear worm is in your head, right? But is it Haddaway or Howard Jones?

Seriously though, we write about romantic love and for each story there are the classic clichès of what love is(or at least some feeling of the state of being):

Tingling electricity that sparks when touched. CreationOfAdamLong

Butterflies in the belly. An all-encompassing need to have. To take. To possess. To cherish.

To honor.

To protect.

Is this love?

How about respect? Partnership? Honoring your partner’s opinions when they are not your own?

Is love a one of a kind event- never to be shared with another again? Or can you love many in your lifetime?

Can you grow to love a stranger because you were matched with him or her? Is there love at first sight?

How does one fall out of love? Is love only for those that deserve it, or can one who has no morals love?

Blinded by love. Fallen into love. So in love. Love bug. Sick with love. All you need is love.

I love you.

So many times the word love is thrown out there. But really…. WHAT IS LOVE?

Can it be proven by science? By logical explanation?


Is it different for you than for me? Is a man’s perception of what love is different from a woman’s? Does love get better with age, or is it more consuming when you are younger?

This post is intended not to answer- but to simply expound on love. Different from all of us- similar in so many ways too.

And it seems that we can go on and on in chapter/verse/novel as to what love can be.

You know when when you feel it. But do you really?


Love is that emotion that we will continue to ponder on, expound on, write songs/sonnets/novels about.

Because it is one thing that ties us all together.

As humans.

As compassionate beings.

Good. Bad. And in between.

There is always love. In all its shapes and styles.

Love is….love.






Bueller? Bueller?

6Hello My friends!

I feel like this post needs to be very 80’s-centric: lately I have been feeling like many of my teenage icons with their angst and insurmountable turmoils- all done up in pink and fluffy hair and bad boys. You may have wondered where I had gotten off to. I can tell you it was a lot less of this:5d50b6ec-ab9a-4bf2-8831-0da38670f8a8 and a lot more like this:

Every day my deadline has drawn near, I feel a little more like screaming in terror and fleeing. So much keeps getting in the way that by the end of the day when I sit down to open up that document- I simply sit there and stare:


The truth is I have been writing a lot. A lot of proposals for my day job that have left me feeling a little less creative in the fiction department and more or less structural in the requests for money, acquisitions, and phasing of implementations (I have toyed with the idea of adding juicy word emphasizers to these rather dry documents, but the opportunity to use expressive words like undulate, quiver, and firmness only go so far when talking about equipment, and that’s not the equipment I am proposing, sad to say). Sometimes- having to have a real job that pays the bills and provides benefits can take a lot out of you.

So where am I at then, you ask? Everybody has a hard time juggling life and work and everything else. So what’s the story, Jenny?

Well I am crawling back out of my cave of self woe to say I am back to writing, and determined to finish what I started, I will make this happen. I even have his serious face to prove it:


And to help that along- I thought a little excerpt was in order- since so many of you have been waiting patiently for that August publishing date that came and went. I am shooting for a November release of Finding Love, and really want you all to know that instead of simply throwing something together that I was not happy with, I wanted to spend the time to get my head on straight, out of dry, and lifeless proposals and collegiate writings, and back into what we love most- love. Simple, honest, heartfelt love.

So without further ado- how about a little bit of Benjamin?

His palms were sweating. How long had it been since he had sweaty palms?

She held out the glass with a tentative smile that trembled around the corners, perhaps fighting to fall if he didn’t move quickly enough. He reached for the slick glass, thanking the cool beverage that hid the moisture on his own fingertips and nodded to Judith in appreciation.

Swallow and then speak, he thought, fighting the urge to simply guzzle the lemonade to get the moment over with so he could flee.

“You have quite a dedicated community,Bishop Yoder,” she said, her voice so soft it was difficult to hear over the milling of people around them.

He looked around and noticed just how many of his parishioners had come today, smiling at the accomplishment in such a short time.

“They must truly enjoy your guidance and wisdom.”

He coughed and blushed at her compliment, sure that it had less to do with himself and more to do with the tradition his father had developed over his years as Bishop.

“Your Bishop has seen to providing as well. It is always a joy to see so many new faces here. I look forward to getting to know our neighbors better,” he replied and drank deeply once more, trying to deflect some of the admiration he saw shining in her dark eyes. He needed to finish his drink and run. Her smile had grown a little bolder and he knew he couldn’t linger.

False hopes led to broken hearts.

He knew that well.

“Well, I need to make my rounds,” he said and swallowed a little too quickly, forcing him to cough and splutter up the last of the tart beverage. He could barely croak out a thanks before he was shoving the glass into her hands and grabbing the first available work apron on the stool nearest them so he had an excuse to hide in the rafters with his friend, Nathan.

A quick glance back made his heart heavy. Judith stood there in the middle of the driveway, eyes to the ground as she slowly kicked at the gravel there.

He hadn’t meant to hurt her feelings. In truth, he had found her constant appearances with a beverage or slice of cake endearing,all the while as she fidgeted with her hands and blushed when he smiled and thanked her. And her tremulous smiles…

When was the last time he had had a young woman look at him that way?

Hadn’t he just been thinking as he rode to his best friend’s house how much he wished he could find a woman to find such joy in as Nathan had?

The scowl from Elder Snyder reminded him of the reason he could not pursue Judith Snyder.

He might be Bishop, but Benjamin Yoder had a past that many would not approve of.

It would take a strong woman to understand his past and convince her family that Benjamin Yoder was a worthy husband.

Another quick glance at Judith, and she smiled at having caught his failed attempt at sneaking a look at her.

Perhaps she wasn’t as meek as she seemed.

With a father like old Jeb Snyder, perhaps Judith was strong enough to handle Benjamin Yoder’s past failings.

That’s all for now! I am hoping to write a little bit for the blog every weekend to keep everyone up to date, maybe even provide some sneaks too! Hang in there my friends, I may have fallen off the horse- but we’re back in the saddle again!Can-t-Buy-Me-Love-caps-patrick-dempsey-7134093-720-528


Renewing Hope Release Day!

RH cropped ebookversionToday is the day, my friends! We are officially online at Amazon and Smashwords! I want to take a moment to thank all my readers for the support and love they have offered this last year or so in preparation for this series, and for all the welcome help and comments throughout the process! You are the best readers an author could have and I cannot thank you enough!

In celebration of its release I am offering a giveaway both here and on my Facebook page. Leave a comment here today for a chance to win an ebook copy of Renewing Hope. I’ll email the winner tomorrow, Dec. 16th at noon. Good luck!

Eager to get your copy of Renewing Hope now?

You can purchase the kindle copy HERE and the Epub version for Nook and iBook is currently available HERE. Links to Barnes and Noble and iTunes coming soon!

And because it’s Release Day, how about another fun teaser?


He let his lips move against mine with such ease; it was as if he had always known how to kiss me, that there had never been reservations. 

couple-silhouette1Every kiss reaffirmed that we were made for one another. I felt his hands move along my back, drawing me closer as his kiss deepened. Having him pressed against me was the most amazing feeling ever, warm and safe. He sighed and broke off the kiss, burying his head into my shoulder as he held me tight. My fingers found their way to the nape of his neck, playing with his hair there. Nathan groaned and nuzzled a little deeper into my neck, the heat of his breath causing me to shiver.

“I cannot bear to let you go just yet,” he whispered. “I continue to count down the days until you will be mine wholly.”



Don’t forget to leave a comment for your chance to win a copy of Renewing Hope. Thank you for all your love and support!

Happy Release Day, friends!

Renewing Hope Teaser # 1


Hello again my friends!

Tomorrow marks the official release day of Renewing Hope! Of course Amazon has decided that it’s December 15th already in the world, so surprise!!!

You can now get your copy for Kindle on amazon kindle right now!

I’ll have links for other formats tomorrow on release day!

So sit back, get ready- because it’s finally here!


Some say hello at the release party over on my Facebook page, for more news and giveaways!

Happy reading! We’ll see you tomorrow!



Renewing Hope Teaser # 2

Good evening my friends!

Instead of wordy excerpts tonight, I thought I would tease you with visual ideas of some of the characters of the series. I will share more on release day on my Facebook page ( I can’t wait for you to see who I see as Nathan, Kate, and Benjamin) but tonight, let me share a couple of other characters:

John Wittmer- Quiet and reserved in many ways, he is the the foundation of security in Emma’s life.


Fannie Berger- warm and loving , she is the mother every child wishes for. She is willing to see the best in everyone. She is sweeter than the sweetest pie.



Abigail Berger- young, exuberant, and wise beyond her ten years. She is sunshine in a dress.



Elder Ezekiel- kind hearted, dedicated to the Way, and someone to be listened to. A man with a heart of gold.



(I can’t think not think of this man and not remember the church scene in Home Alone- tears every time)


So who do you see when you see characters? Discussions on Sunday, release day!

Two days my friends!

I can’t wait!




Renewing Hope Teaser # 3



Good Evening my friends! Three days before the launch, and I am excited to say that every last little edit is COMPLETE! Formatting DONE! Cover FINISHED! And my proof arrived in the mail today with minimal changes to be made! YES!

This is happening! 

So with all the fabulous news, I think we all deserve a little tease that perhaps offers a little heat — a little zest. That twist of tart that makes the pulse quicken. 

“Do enjoy what you see, Kate?” he asked, the mischief clear in his voice when he sat up straight to wrap his arms around me quicker than I could pull away.

Fireside tub“Nathan! You’ll slosh water out!” I exclaimed when he shifted to cause waves in the bath.

“Only if I do this,” he said and pulled me in with him, fully clothed. I cried out and laughed in surprise at feeling the water soak into my clothes. Only my feet remained out of the tub, as well as my head that reached up to his in a heated kiss.

“We will need to clean this up,” I breathed around his lips.

“Later,” he whispered, his mouth moving once more to my neck. “How is it that you taste better every time I kiss you?”

I giggled at the stubble on his chin as he moved along my neck, trying hard not to move so as to keep from splashing more water out of the tub. I didn’t want to spend precious time after his bath cleaning up. I wanted a repeat of our time last night in bed. Nathan groaned against my collarbone and tipped his head up to look up into my eyes, the tender expression in them making my heart pound.kiss-couple-romance-touch-feeling-happy-hug-embrace-love-beautiful-camila-lima-anas-ahmed22

“I cannot get enough of you,” he whispered. “I want to take you to our bed and stay there all night worshipping you.”


I’ll keep it short tonight. Just let this one sit here, at least until tomorrow. 

Three more days my friends! 



Renewing Hope Tease # 4

Good evening friends!

What could I possibly tease you with tonight? How about the many tasty delights of Renewing Hope?

StrawberryI plucked one of the bigger berries out of the basket and held it up for him to bite. He looked from me to the fruit, his mouth hesitant for a moment before he leaned in slightly to take a bite. Juice dribbled down his chin as he bit down, forcing him to pull away to wipe his chin with his bicep.

He was a mess.

He was beautiful and smiling down at me.


Strawberries are nice- but then so is pie….

“I have heard of your pies, young Katherine,” the old woman said, squinting to investigate one of my apple pies. When she looked up again, I noticed one of her eyes was blind, clouded with age and cataracts.

“Ethel, she puts my pies to shame,” Fannie replied, holding me close.

The old woman laid the pie back down on the table and patted me lightly on the arm.

“Well, that should make the young Fisher boy happy. Fatten him up. He is far too thin,” she said, nodding seriously.

“I will do my best,” I murmured, smiling at the idea that perhaps I could make him happy with more than simply my pies. And even more so, that Ethel already approved of me to do so.

Perhaps pie was the way to the Amish heart.


But the food item that I crave most, and often can only find in the fall- 

“Did you make this pumpkin butter?” she mumbled and spread more of it on the tiny remains of the biscuit in her hand.

“Sarah Jensen gave me the recipe last week. Fannie and I salvaged some of the pumpkins in the fields,” I said, chuckling at Hannah’s newly voracious appetite.

Apparently she wasn’t suffering from morning sickness anymore.Pumpkin Butter_Spreader

“It is good,” she replied and popped the last of the biscuit in her mouth, peeking under the cloth to see if there were any more biscuits. Her frown told me she had eaten them all.

“We can make more biscuits if you want,” I said, laughing when she pursed her lips at me.

“Just you wait, Katherine,” she growled. “I finally find something I can eat and I want nothing more than to devour them. You will see.”


Four more days, my friends! I’ll be over here, having some pie to tide me over….